Bellatrix Black (

Bellatrix was not used to that word. Beautiful was a nice word, the sort of thing lovers muttered to each other in their ears at parties and then giggled softly to themselves about. It caught her off guard for a moment, but she was quick to recover with a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you, James. This way."

She led him into the kitchen as she fetched a pair of glasses, dropping ice into the both of them. "I've been fine. Dodging conspiracy theories, the usual." She smirked slightly as she gestured toward the bottle of firewhiskey. "Help yourself. I'd hate to underserve you." There may or may not have been a double entendre in that statement.

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